For Our Parent's Sakes (Phanfiction)

Chapter 13

Sorry if this seems confusing because I'm writing this as listening to the Into The Woods track and my mind is all over :) SO ITS YOUR FAULT YES NO IT ISNT

SHE MADE US GET A COW TO GET THE CURSE REVERSED

She pulled me in and tugged my hair softly, cupping my cheeks. Her lips pressed onto my neck softly, her hands traveling down my back as my hands remained at my sides. Her lips pulled away and parted slightly, forming into a smile I knew.

Her hand grazed across my own, interlocking our fingers. Her smiled didn't fade in the slightest as she leaned in, whispering something I couldn't understand. I almost pressed my lips to hers until she said something I could finally comprehend, my hands dragging through her short hair.

"You're cute like this, Lester."

~*~

"Fuck off!" Dan screamed at someone walking next to him as they continued to poke his sides, his frustration obvious in his tone.

"Just leave him be," I said, trying not to sound harsh. The person who's name I didn't know sneered.

"Back off Lester, this doesn't concern you," Dan muttered, his jaw clenched. I rolled by eyes and stepped on his foot.

"Oops, sorry," I spoke softly, his eyes not leaving mine as I made sure my breath hit his lips softly. His cheeks flushed as I smirked, walking away.

"Hey Les-"

"A wise man once said fuck off," I interrupted, walking into the school.

~*~

"I hate school, I especially hate this school, and I especially hate my teachers," Tyler groaned, sitting next to me at the lunch table which caused me to laugh.

"Who's your least favorite?"

"Miss Kinnian." Shout out to flowers for Algernon. ily charlie.

"Same, she's so rude."

"Not as rude as somebody I know," Tyler laughed.

"Who?"

"Dan." I nodded and took a bite of my sandwhich.

"Seriously, what's his problem?" Tyler asked. I shrugged and sighed.

"Probably family stuff," I stated knowingly, but acted as though it was a guess.

"Maybe."

~*~

When my mum got home from work she informed me we were going to the Howell's.

"Mum, I have loads of work to do! I can't go today," I complained. She placed her hand  on her hip as most mum's do and pointed her finger at me.

"Daniel is your friend, and you should be glad you get to see him as often as you do, alright? Now stop complaining or your dad and I will share the birthday present that has yet to come in," She scolded, her tone harsh. I groaned and pulled on my shoes roughly.

"Fine, but don't expect me to have fun there." I realized my words were lies because as soon as Dan and I would be in the same room as our parents we would have to act as though we were having fun anyways. 

"Whatever Philip, now go get in the car." I stomped my way to the car and slammed the door.

"On second thought, get out, you can walk."

~*~

It took me twenty minutes longer than my mum to get to Dan's house since she forced me to walk, which was very annoying. Once I arrived I was ushered upstairs by Mrs. Howell and was sent into Dan's room, where he would not quit bothering me.

"Dan, what did I tell you this morning?" I moaned as he sat his bed with me, pestering me by poking my sides.

"I don't recall." I turned and took his cheeks in my hands as I yanked his face forward, clenching my jaw and huffing. His eyes were pretty as always, though.

"Is this helping?" I whispered, his face feeling hot in my hands. He shook his head and smirked.

"I said, fuck off." He pouted and took my hand.

"Well that's no fun." I yanked my hand back and turned to face him.

"When are you going to realize I want no part of you? I don't want to have to talk to you!" He became silent for a few moments before speaking up.

"You don't have to."

"Yes I do."

"Why?" He asked, his eyes confused.

"Because . . . our parents."

"Whatever," Dan mumbled, writing in his small notebook again.

"Can I look at what you're drawing?" He appeared confused before coming to realization.

"No."

As soon as he left to use the bathroom I opened the book and read his new entry.

I promised myself I wouldn't love anyone. It always hurt. Love is opening your damaged heart and letting it break over and over again. But as I lay in my bed, I realize that it isn't right. My life consists of poetry and heartbreaks, and I want you to be the one to mend me and then break me as we keep going in circles. Because I don't care about losing me heart, but loosing you is a much greater pain.

My words were caught in my throat when Dan re-entered the room. His poems always made me see him in a different light afterwards. I had a few pages that I ripped out in my bedroom at home, each poem memorized.

"What?" He asked, his lips seeming to move in slow motion.

"What? N-Nothing," I mumbled, my cheeks blushing furiously as I tripped over my own feet.

"You're acting like you just saw God." I giggled, something I rarely do unless aorund Tyler, and covered my mouth.

"Cute," Dan smirked, pushing me off his bed. I yelped as I hit the floor and Dan burst into laughter. I didn't complain though, it was a nice sound.

"That was rude," I mumbled, his light now dimming until it was just a memory.

"I would appreciate some privacy, but seeing as though I can never have any I had to deal with it somehow, so I pushed you off my bed."

"It's still not very kind."

"Kind isn't in my vocabulary."

"Maybe I can put it there." Dan sat up and smiled at me, but no one was around. Maybe it was true.

"Please do," He whispered, his smile fading into a dazed look.

"Kind; a beautiful thing that all beautiful people have. Everyone can obtain it, you just need to know how." Dan blinked and his light came back with his next words.

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A:N/ Sorry for the day late short chapter! I had a very busy week so please don't hate me :)

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